Is Sunday the start of your week or the end of it? I can never decide.
The last couple of Sundays, I'v noticed that I come home smelling a lot better than when I left it. I mean, I use deodorant and everything (not like that one time), but I'm not really a body spray or perfume kind of girl. But after a morning of hugging various friends (and let's face it, the gallery just gets real crowded real fast), their body spray rubs off on me so when I get home, I have some sweet scents to remember the day by. Which is kind of lovely.
And maybe a little creepy.
Happy Thanksgiving Week!
(P.S. I've enabled comment moderation. Lame, I know. Just go with it.)